Gunsmoke (1955–1975): Season 4, Episode 28 - Wind - full transcript

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

You know, they say when
drink ceases to ease a man's devils,

he sometimes turns to gambling
to keep from blowing his brains out.

But however he gets there,

a professional gambler's
a man to watch.

I guess I've known some
who could be trusted,

but, offhand, I can't just think
who they were.

Generally, I leave gamblers alone

unless one forces me
into facing him down.

Then I do it gladly.

Matt Dillon, US Marshal.



Give me one.

That's it.

Give me a card.

Another one.

That's enough.

Well, gentlemen?

Not me.
I can't win at this game.

Does anybody ever win
at this game, mister?

A man won 1,500 last night.

- He did? How?
- Just lucky, I guess.

I saw that game last night.

That fella had his luck
standing beside him.

- What?
- Standing right there.

Why, he didn't do a thing
till he got her by him.



- What's he talking about?
- I'm talking about that girl, Dolly Varden.

She come over,
and right away he got lucky.

- Is that true?
- Why, of course it's true.

I ain't no liar.

Dolly Varden, huh?
Where is she?

There she is,
talking to Miss Kitty.

- Good luck, huh?
- The best.

Golly. I'll try anything once.
You wait a minute.

Excuse me, ladies.

- Hello, Garvey.
- Hi, Kitty.

They tell me you're Dolly Varden.

Yes.

They also tell me you brought
a man luck over at the table.

Well, I don't know about that.

I'd be glad to buy you a couple of drinks,
Dolly, if you come and stand by me.

- No. I'm sorry.
- Ah, come on.

No, I couldn't, really.
I'm busy right now.

Oh. Drinks ain't enough, huh?

Why don't you leave me alone, mister?

I'll cut you in for ten percent.

You can't buy luck.

Go on, Garvey.
Go on back to the game.

Not without her, Kitty.

I'll cut you in for 20 percent.

Well, it's your money.
I'll be back, Kitty.

That a girl.

All right, mister.
Let's get this game moving.

Right over here, Dolly.

Let's have a big stack.

A big one.

Hold it.

I'm rolling in.

Tie them up.
There's your cards.

And we got another one, Dolly.
Try again?

All right. Deal them up.

Appears to me you kind of
bring a man luck.

Sometimes, I guess.

Well, it sure ain't me
you're bringing luck to.

Why don't you go back
to the bar where you belong?

She ain't doing no harm, mister.

I'm the one that's losing money,

and I don't like her sitting there.

Well, I do.
She's bringing me luck.

Besides that, I'm paying her.

- You mean you're cutting her in?
- That's right.

All right.
I'll pay her to leave.

- Now look here, you.
- How about it?

Listen, you're not gonna pay anybody
for doing anything around here.

You had yours, mister.

- I'm warning you.
- What about?

Shut up!

- Stan, go get Matt, and hurry.
- Right, Miss Kitty.

Boy,

underwear sure smells good
when it's fresh, don't it?

Here you are, Marshal.

.45s. Good.

Say, I need a little rifle ammunition,
too, Mr. Jonas.

Mr. Jonas, you got any
horehound sticks left?

- It's back on the shelf.
- Have you got any left?

- It's on the shelf!
- Well...

- What else you wanted, Matt?
- Uh, rifle ammunition.

- You still got that.44 Henry, ain't you?
- Yeah.

I think a couple boxes all I got left.

Good. I'll take them.

I thought you wanted horehound.

Well, that was new.

- Mr. Jonas, I'm gonna take 12 sticks here.
- That'll be 12 cents.

Well, uh, could I pay you
the first of the week?

- I ain't had too good of luck...
- Have you been gambling again?

I'm gonna charge interest
on that stuff, you know.

Well... Well, I-I just won't
take them at all.

Well, of course you're gonna take them
now you got your dirty hands all over...

Marshal, I've been looking
everywhere for you.

- What's the matter?
- Been a shooting at the Long Branch.

- A man got killed.
- What happened?

Fight over a gal.

That's a case of a man being ruined
by good whiskey and bad women.

Chester, bring those shells
back to the office.

Wait a minute, Marshal.

- You had an unlucky week, too?
- Huh?

- You ain't paid me.
- Oh. All right.

Here you are, Mr. Jonas.
Bring the change back, too, Chester.

Oh, yes, sir.
Uh, Mr. Jonas, uh... uh...

you can just go ahead
and take the 12 cents out of there.

That'll be all right.

What'll we do about this?

A couple of your men
take him out of here, will you?

Well?

Kitty, what about this Dolly Varden?

I don't know very much about her.
She's only been here a week.

What's all this about her
being so lucky?

Well, it seems like
she stands behind a man's chair,

and suddenly he starts to win.

I wonder if she's working
with the dealer or something.

I've been watching real close.

Besides, a couple times,
the men have lost.

And all this happens
at the blackjack table?

Tables have big play.

And even if they can't get Dolly,
they keep on playing anyway.

- Is that it?
- She's an attraction.

What about this Frank Paris?
I don't know anything about him.

Well, he's new here, too.
Came in a couple of days after Dolly.

Sounds like the old game to me, Kitty.

She's probably working with him.
Splits with him later.

Hmm? It's funny.

She didn't even want Garvey
to pay her at first.

Well, it could just be a come-on.

Well, if Dolly and Paris know each other,

then they're being mighty clever about it.

- Where's Dolly now?
- Upstairs. Room 7.

I think I'll just go up
and have a little talk with her.

- You Dolly Varden?
- I'm sorry, mister. I'm busy.

Just a minute.
I'd like to talk to you.

I'm the marshal here.

Oh, well, come in, Marshal.

Thank you.

Well...

Uh, what do I owe
this honor to, Marshal?

Well, I'll get right to the point.

Did you come here with Frank Paris?

Why, no.

Oh, I was here days before he came.

That's not what I'm talking about.

What are you talking about?

I understand you bring men luck, huh?

Is that against the law?

Only when it leads to trouble.

Well, I'm not responsible
for what those men do.

I know. That's what I came here
to talk to you about.

Oh.

Well, sit down over there.

Go ahead. Talk.

You know,
you're nothing but trouble.

- What do you mean?
- A man was killed because of you.

I don't think I like you, Marshal.

Well, let me tell you something.

You're gonna like me a whole lot less
when I run you out of town.

Oh, you couldn't.

I could, and I'm also gonna run your friend,
Frank Paris, out.

I'm not gonna have any more people
killed around here

because of you and your partner.

- You understand?
- No, I don't understand.

Now, why should you think
Frank Paris and l...

Because I don't believe in luck.

I'd have been killed
a long time ago if I did.

This coffee's just about ready, Mr. Dillon.

- It'll be ready in a minute.
- Good.

- If it doesn't die first.
- What do you mean?

Well, you've had it boiling there
for an hour.

Oh, well, you got...

Oh, uh, Mr. Dillon,

uh, Doc was looking for you
this morning.

- He told me to tell you.
- He was, huh?

- Yeah.
- Oh, thanks for telling me.

- It's almost evening.
- Well, I just happened to think about...

Hi, Doc.

- Chester.
- I told Mr. Dillon you was looking for him.

Well, that was this morning.

Well, uh... Well, that's why I told him
that you was looking...

I should've sent him a letter.

Sit down, Doc. Sit down.
What was it you wanted to see me about?

- Huh?
- This morning.

Oh, I don't know. I forgot.

Did you go to the burying, Doc?

- What burying?
- Well, I thought of Garvey.

You know, that they shot
at the Long Branch yesterday.

They buried him today.

- Oh. No, I didn't go.
- Yep.

Buried him in his blanket.

Well, how would you propose
they bury him?

Well, I...

Well, I would at least think
that they could,

uh, make a pine box for him

instead of just putting him
in the ground in a blanket.

We wouldn't want them to do that, Chester.

If we did that, everybody'd be coming
to Dodge to get killed.

Well, now, Mr. Dillon,
I'm serious about it.

What in the world was that?

Sounds like somebody couldn't wait
for one of your pine boxes.

Did you do this, Singer?

- I sure did, Marshal.
- What happened?

Had a little argument
at the blackjack table in there.

I see.

Over Dolly Varden?

I offered her more of a cut,
that's all.

Then you shot it out here.

But he drawed first.

- I never would've.
- Yeah, I believe you.

Chester, give him a hand, will you?

Yes, sir.

Here now. Just, uh...

Just bring him up to my office, I guess.

Dolly.

Don't bother me, Marshal.
I didn't shoot him.

I warned you once.

They're grown men.
I'm not responsible for them.

Dolly, there's a stage
leaving in the morning.

- You're gonna be on it.
- Now wait!

Start packing.

Whoa!

Well, still lacks 15 minutes
of leaving time, Mr. Dillon.

Yeah. Still lacks Dolly Varden, too.

Well, you can't expect women
to be no place on time.

Yeah, I guess not.

If you ask me, I think you
ought to run that Frank Paris

out of town, too, while you is at it.

I'm going to, Chester,
as soon as I get some evidence against him.

Well, maybe you're just trying too hard
to make the law fair.

Here she comes.

Gosh, she ain't carrying much luggage,
is she?

- Good day, Marshal.
- Good-bye, Dolly.

Oh, I didn't say, "Good-bye."
I said, "Good day."

Hmm?

Well, I changed my mind, Marshal.
I've decided not to leave after all.

Oh, you have, huh?

Well, I hate to disappoint you, Dolly,

but this stage is leaving
in about five minutes,

and you're gonna be on it.

No, I'm not.

If you wanna get me
on that stage, Marshal,

I guess you'll just
have to throw me on it.

- Throw you on it?
- Oh, your friend here can help.

- Chester, isn't it?
- Oh, uh, Chester Goode, ma'am.

Well, Chester can take my arms,
and you can take my feet, Marshal.

Mr. Dillon, we couldn't handle
no lady like that.

I mean...

- No?
- No.

Well, I guess you'll just have to
throw me over your shoulder, Marshal.

Maybe drag me.

Well, now, just wait a minute now, Dolly...

But I promise it won't be easy,

'cause I'll scream and I'll cry

and I'll scratch and I'll kick.

Oh-ho! How I'm gonna kick.

I have the whole town out here.

Look.

Watching you, their hero.

So, Marshal, I guess the only way
you're gonna be able to handle me

is to leave me alone.

Good day, Marshal.

What are... What are you gonna do,
Mr. Dillon, now, huh?

That woman's got a streak
of wildcat in her.

Well, there's only one thing
I can think of to do right now.

What?

You go back to the office.
I'll meet you there in a few minutes.

What room is Frank Paris in?

- Who is it?
- Matt Dillon. I wanna talk to you.

Oh, hello, Marshal.

What can I do for you?

Well, Paris, I was gonna let you alone

and let whoever caught you
at your little game take care of you,

but I've changed my mind.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't you?
I'll explain it to you.

From now on, when Dolly Varden
comes anywheres near your blackjack table,

you quit dealing till she goes,
you understand?

Now, look here, Marshal,

I've got nothing to do with that woman,

and just because you can't handle her,
you've got no right wrecking my table.

Why, if I started that,
I wouldn't have a player left.

Paris, I can't rough up a woman
and run her out of town,

and I'm not gonna waste
any words on you.

Now, you either do like I say,
or you're gonna leave fast, you understand?

There's too much money here
for me to leave, Marshal.

You just remember what I said.

That was some meal, wasn't it?

Oh, yeah. That was...
That was real good, wasn't it, Doc?

I tell you, I think I could just almost
have gone right through that again.

- You could've?
- Oh, I was pretty near starved to death

when I went in there.

I haven't had a meal like that
since I was snowed in

in Fort Fletcher a few years back.

What do you mean?

Well, there was four of us.

We were down to a quart of dried peas
and a bottle of vinegar,

and by golly, it made a better meal
than that was in there.

- Ohhh...
- Well, it did.

I'm going back to the office.
I'll see you boys later.

Well, I'll be along directly, Mr...

I noticed you didn't get up
until yours was all gone.

I noticed that.

Well, that don't mean I had to like it.

Marshal Dillon,
I'm so glad I run into you.

Dolly.

I'm sorry I behaved the way I did
this noon.

Oh?

I shouldn't have done that.
I wouldn't have...

It was just, I was so desperate,
you don't know.

- Desperate? What about?
- Well, I've gotta tell you.

You've gotta listen to me, please.

Go ahead.

Marshal, would you walk
along with me?

It makes it easier to talk somehow.

Well, what's on your mind, Dolly.

Well, Marshal...

I was sort of hysterical this noon.

You gotta forgive me.
You just gotta.

All right.

l... I've been thinking since last night.

I...

I can't leave Dodge, Marshal.

I don't have anyplace to go.
Nowhere.

Oh, I think you'll get along
all right, Dolly.

Don't make me go.

I promise I won't go near
a gambling table again. I swear.

It's no good, Dolly.

As long as you're
around that gambling hall,

as long as you're around Dodge,
there's gonna be nothing but trouble.

You mean you won't let me stay?

The sooner you leave, the better.

Would you kindly go on, Marshal?

Let me dry my eyes
before I go back to the Long Branch?

Good night.

- Here! Come on!
- Just a little gun! Let me go!

- Let me go! Let me go!
- Give me the gun. Come on.

- Let me go!
- Drop it!

- You're a real tiger, ain't you?
- I'll kill you yet!

I'll tell you what you're gonna do.
You're going to jail.

- How you gonna get me to jail, mister?
- I'll show you.

No!

Oh, put me down!
Put me down!

What's the matter with you?

I just threw Dolly in jail, Kitty.

What?

And now it's his turn.
I'm tired of both of them.

Better stay out of the way.

Paris.

Well, hello, Marshal.

You're through in Dodge, Paris.

Well, what's the matter now, Marshal?

There's no woman near my table.

No, and there's not gonna be.

What?

I just threw your friend, Dolly,
in jail for attempted murder.

I see.

Well, she's better off there, Marshal.

She's caused enough trouble around here.

Yeah, but she doesn't quite see it that way.

She thinks it's all right to throw
a man in jail but not a woman.

What's all this got to do
with me, Marshal?

Nothing, except that you're
going to jail, too.

You can't arrest me.

I'm not arresting you.
I got no proof against you.

- Well, then...
- I'm just gonna throw you in jail anyway,

and tomorrow morning
you're gonna leave town for good.

I told you, Marshal,

there's too much money here.

I don't wanna leave.

And I told you I'm not
gonna argue with you.

We were doing just fine
until you horned in, Marshal.

Now you're in the way.

Don't be a fool, Paris.

I'll risk it.

My hand!

Look at my hand.

Doc will fix your hand in jail.
Let's go.

It won't hurt for long, Frank.

Doc said a couple of weeks.

A couple of weeks?
lt'll never stop hurting.

Oh, Frank,
things aren't so bad.

Oh, aren't they?

We got out of jail,
didn't we?

I'm not sure it matters much.

It matters to me.
Couldn't have taken much more of that.

All right, we got out of jail.

Now what are we gonna do?

Oh, Frank, we'll figure out
something later.

Well, one thing's certain.

We know what we're
gonna do right now.

What do you mean?

Mr. Dillon, I got their tickets.
Their bags is all set, too.

Well, your fare is paid
all the way to Pueblo.

Fine. I always did
wanna see Colorado.

Well, here's your change, Paris.

Oh, give it to Dolly.

Here.

It's all there.

Well, I'm not suspicious of everybody
like the Marshal here.

Well, who wouldn't be suspicious
if you'd done what you'd done?

But he trusts me now.

- Don't you, Marshal?
- Do I?

You think I'm gonna get
on that stage.

Don't you?

Well, let's not start that again.

Leave him be, Dolly.

He could still bring us to trial
if he wanted to.

I know.

I'm curious, Marshal.
Why are you letting us go?

I figure you've had
your wings clipped.

What do you mean?

Don't you understand yet,
darling?

Understand what?

My hands.
I'll never be able to deal cards,

not the way I used to.

You did that on purpose,
didn't you,

and ruined his hand?

No, as a matter of fact,
I didn't,

but it might not work out
so bad for you.

Not so...

How are we gonna earn a living?
Where's the money gonna come from

if Frank can't deal cards?

I know you probably never
thought of his before,

but a lot of people manage
to make an honest living.

I never learned how.
I don't aim to start now.

I don't think you got much choice.

He's right, Dolly.

We might as well face it.

You sure didn't leave
us much, did you?

If that's the way
you wanna look at it.

Well, so long, Marshal.

So long.

Come on, Dolly.

Marshal?

What?

I just wanna wish you luck,

bad luck,
all the bad luck in the world!

I'll tell you, Mr. Dillon,
she's just about as spoiled

and ungrateful as they is.

Well, maybe her friend Paris
can handle her, huh?

You think so, huh?

Yeah, if he gets
a big enough stick.